Chapter 43. Phone Call

Calla knows better than anyone what happens if she disobeys him, so she began to strip. Her top flew over her head and landed somewhere she didn’t look. Her pink Lacey bra followed suit.

Her skirt and soaked panties came pooling to the ground.

She was left naked under his watchful, dark, and hungry gaze. He scanned her like he was about to eat her up. Like he was a predator closely watching every move the prey made. The prey that was his lunch.

Rico rubbed his lower lip slowly with his thumb, his eyes on her breast, mapping out how he was going to devour them.

She saw his jaw flexing and unflexing. He murmured something that she missed, something in Italian. She noticed he mostly speaks in Italian when he’s impressed or aroused.

Calla’s chest rose and fell, anticipating with need.

He took slow strides towards her, his eyes never slipping from her tits. He reached her, taking her nipple into his mouth and biting hard. She yelped, her back arching f